IC Inbox: cerealia

[shacklebreaker]

"You've reached Simon Blackquill. Leave a message if you are so inclined -- but be brief."

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[cardboard_journalism]

What?! No! Someone... here!

[if he was teasing her, she totally wasn't picking up on it]

[shacklebreaker]

Oh, I see. Someone you and I are close to...

[He does actually have to think about this. He has no idea who Myriam could be close to here that he is, too.]

Is it the "Local Jerk", perhaps? You write so much about him, I can only conclude you're terribly fond of the fellow.

[cardboard_journalism]

--No! Try again!

[shacklebreaker]

There's a relief. I'd shudder to think what would happen to anyone who dared threaten our most valiant Local Jerk.

In that case, I'm all out of guesses. Care to enlighten me?

[cardboard_journalism]

I can't right now! Someone might be listening in!

[shacklebreaker]

Then our conversation ends here, for I've no interest in guessing games. Good day, Box Top.

[cardboard_journalism]

--Wait, no! You don't understand!

[was he really hanging up??]

[shacklebreaker]

What I understand is that if you think someone is being threatened, it should be reported through the proper channels. Sniffing around after crumbs of gossip will do you no good.

[And there he goes, hanging up.]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kaahk! That's what I'm trying to tell you! It's...

[cardboard_journalism]

[beep - beep]

[...]

[oh, he'd hung up... she blew it]

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